Are mothers’ are always right? Oh, you betcha.Will I ever learn that they're always right?Apparently not.“You need to put in more blonde.”I frantically...stubbornly shook my head no. Blonde is so NOT me.Sure, I’ve gradually chosen lighter and lighter shades of red-brown, to the point where my last dye was called “Terracotta Blonde.” But there was no way in hell you’d see me applying straight-up blonde coloring, especially with the sort of name like “Persian Blonde” (!?) to my hair...[she proceeded to dump half the container of aforementioned Persian blonde henna into the mixing bowl]...er, voluntarily, that is.“Aaagh! Mom!”I immediately dump more "Auburn Mahogany" henna into the bowl in a retaliating effort to salvage what I fearfully imagined to be some sort of blonde disaster just waiting to plague my hair.After rinsing out the henna (3 hrs later), I saw my reflection peering back at me in the bathroom mirror give way to dawning realization.“Oh, no.”The red tones darkened it completely.Gone were the 7 months of gradually lightened shades of golden reddish-brown. She was so right, I definitely needed more of that blonde to bring the red out. As of right now, in non-sunlight it looks brown, which is a first for me (I actually don't mind such a color, but my roots barely picked up any color...which was the whole point).So, the next morning, I lamented my trivial woes of having to re-dye to my dad.To which he responded with, “No, I think it’s better darker."I raise a skeptical eyebrow at those words, especially when accompanied with that goofy grin of his."It looks like some blonde dog hair when it’s too light.”“Dad, that is NOT true!!!”It has never looked as such. Really! He just relishes in getting us to exclaim in indignant half-mocked horror.On a side note, can a person get high off of sniffing henna-dyed strands of hair?It smelled damned good. Like, intoxicating good.I wonder if I should be worried about that...
